In the quiet, affluent neighborhood where mansions whispered tales of opulence, there lived a boy named Kanjiro. His family resided in one of those grand homes, but behind the elegant facade, darkness festered. Kanjiro was a recluse, a shadow in his own house, barely noticed by those who should have cherished him most. His parents showered all their affection on his younger sister, Amy. She was their golden child, the one who could do no wrong, while Kanjiro was ignored, no matter how much he excelled in his studies or tried to gain their approval. The neglect weighed heavily on him, like a physical burden pressing down on his chest, and every accolade or achievement only deepened the chasm of loneliness that consumed him.

Each night, as the mansion settled into silence, Kanjiro's mind was overrun by demons. The oppressive thoughts of self-harm and the lure of death became his only companions. He longed for an escape, for something, anything, that could silence the pain. It was during one of these torturous nights that Kanjiro found his salvation—or so he thought.

The voice that beckoned him out of his darkness belonged to an idol whose name was on the lips of millions. This idol was everything Kanjiro was not—loved, admired, and perfect. His songs, filled with messages of self-love and acceptance, resonated with Kanjiro on a profound level. Unlike other idols who treated their fans with indifference or disdain, this idol was kind, treating each fan as if they were special. To Kanjiro, he was more than just a singer; he was a savior, a beacon of light that cut through the shadows of his despair.